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About Chicago

She’s a looker, this one—legs for days, eyes that cut ya deep. Reminds me of that line, “Ye see yerself as a hunter?” She’s huntin too, but it’s punters, not prey. Saw her last night, leanin on a lamppost, fag hangin from her lips. Made me bloody angry—why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s gone mad, innit? But then she smirked, and I was like—damn, she’s got guts. Happy for her, in a weird way. Takes balls to strut like that.

Little Stories: The Lone Tree At Jurong Lake Gardens

I won't lie... Some parts get me mad, like the never-ending potholes on Birch Avenue. Ugh, it’s a total bummer. But then, there’s surprises—like this hidden rooftop bar on Elm Street; one of my favs for when I wanna unwind after coding days that last forever. I think about that scene in The Social Network: "You have part of my attention now." Yeah, I feel that every damn time I sip a latte there!

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